• The One Who Learned to Fight (2)

When five minutes had passed, Deremiah was already feeling an unbearable pain in his shoulder, both his left and right, which was the one of his wielding arm.

The pain was more intense on the wielding arm, as his body kept threatening to tilt and fall over. Elora said he was doing this so he could get used to the sword's weight, but the corrupted blade had never felt heavier.

"You can't falter," she said to him. "Discipline and persistence moulds one into success. If you start to give up now, what would you ever be able to withstand? To accomplish? Start from now and accept pain as the process to progress. Anything else will lead you down the path of failure and regret."

Deremiah squeezed his face and lifted his head to the sky. 'She has a way with words,' he mused, trying to make light of the extremely difficult situation.